Post by Davey Ortega on Mar 19, 2007 11:43:27 GMT -5
*The scene opens in Daveys' Office. The NCW Banner hanging proudly. Davey is behind his desk, with stacks of papers. Ever wonder what the he does outside of his role in Team NCW? His head is bent down and his hand writing frantically. There is a glass of half empty Scotch on his left bottom corner of his desk.*
Davey: And the party of the first party hereby relinquishes his percent of Party A's company.
*His door slowly opens as Outcast walks into his office, the People's Title slung over his shoulder. He is followed by Jason Price*
Jason: I'm telling you, she was giving me the ''look'' backstage.
Outcast: Jason, even if she was that doesn't mean anything.
*They continue walking as Jason shuts the door behind him. Outcast sits in one of the chairs across from Davey, as Jason takes the next one.*
Jason: How does that not mean anything? I was there...she was there..it was...magical.
Outcast: Jason...it's Shannan Lerch for Christs sakes. She gave Logan the look...hell even Davey had a run in with her.
Davey: I made her clean an entire building once...how does that possibly qualify as a ''run in''?
Outcast: The point is..shes a slut and you should not put so much effort into it.
Jason: I'm telling you man, she's my one and only.
Outcast: Well judging by your looks she just might be.
*Davey smirks as Outcast bellows out a laughter at his own crude joke, leaving Jason with a bewildered look.*
Jason: ...huh?
Davey: Don't worry about it, my friend. In any event, I believe we have much more pressing engagements to adhere too.
*Outcast sighs*
Outcast: Yeah...
*Davey finally raises his head, and putting the pen down. He picks up the glass of Scotch and leans back in his chair.*
Davey: The War is said and done with..and so many things have changes. Mr. Striker walked out the winner, thus guaranteeing him a shot at the WCF Championship. Not Team NCW..not you, not me.
Outcast: I am aware of who won but I believe Team NCW made an impact none the less.
Davey: Really?
Jason: How so, Boss?
Outcast: Well...we managed to piss WCF off enough, I assume you saw the card for Blast.
Davey: Ahh yes, your first official NCW People's Title defense, against one JJ Biggs for unification of the WCF Television Championship and the NCW People's Title.
Jason: So you have a your first title defense...I mean about time right?
Outcast: Well, Jason, that's just it. Not only could I lose my NCW People's Title...I could lose it forever. The first piece of NCW property to be brought back Seth is trying to vanquish forever.
Davey: Must you always look on the downside of things, my friend?
Outcast: I'm failing to make the connection.
Davey: You could easily show Seth up and WCF in one pay per view. At Blast, you defeat Biggs...take his NCW Television Championship..and bring bakc the NCW Television Championship. Think of it, the very title you RETIRED can be brought back.
Outcast: Now that NCW is beginning to be brought back in full force it can be so easily done. At War, Rick Mad shocked the world. The man who brought me back at One, the man who I faced and defeated shocked ME. He came out and showed his true colors, he is with me, and you. He is with NCW. Net Championship Wrestling is not dead and we will show the world that. Hell, I think we are off to a great start.
Davey: Do you really need myself, Rick Mad, and our mutual friend to help you on your quest?
Outcast: There are power in numbers.
Davey: True, and NCW does need numbers to survive. But to help you take the WCF Television Championship form JJ Biggs? You need....us?
Outcast: If it comes down to it, then yes. It is not a cowardly move, either.
Jason: How, Boss?
Outcast: Easy. Our purpose is to make WCF regret forgetting NCW.
Davey: It is? I thought this was a full out War.
Outcast: Wellll.......
Jason: Boss?
*Outcast smirks.*
Outcast: Where is Bob?
Davey: At the Training Station.
Jason: Why do you want to know, Boss?
Outcast: Davey, get your limo.
*Davey gives Outcast an odd look, as his hand slides in his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. He opens it and makes the call, ordering the limo. They all three get up and walk out of the office. The office is located in none other than the Casino. Davey also serves as the General Manager of the Casino. They all walk out of the lavish Las Vegas Casino, and get inside Davey's limo. The driver takes them directly to the NCW Training Station. They all three get out and Outcast opens the double doors. A look of shock comes across his face, as Davey's jaw drops, and Jason stares blatantly.*
Jason: Oh my God...
Davey: Wow..
Outcast: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!
*Sure enough, Bob is there but isn't alone. Uncle Leo is also there, with two Chinese Strippers. As they are in the middle of getting there lap dances.*
Bob: Holy Balls....
Uncle Leo: Gentlemen, please pull up a seat and enjoy Mesing and Miong.
Outcast: I'm going to kill him.
Davey: Easy...that's my uncle.
Jason: She kind of looks like Shannan.
*Outcast backhands Jason.*
Jason: Ouch...!
Outcast: You deserved it! How in the hell does a Chinese Stripper look like Shannan Lerch?!?!?!
Jason: Well...
Davey: Stop...the both of you.
*Davey approaches Leo and Bob. Along with the two Chinese Strippers.*
Davey: Ladies we need to acquisition the use of our friend here, along with our building. Please, hang back and show my Uncle a good time. I'm sure he paid well for it, out of the Casino funds.
Uncle Leo: David...you know me to well.
Davey: I know, Uncle Leo.
*The two Chinese Strippers shrug, and take Leo to the locker room. Outcast walks towards Davey, followed by Jason.*
Outcast: Bob...get your camera.
Bob: Why?
Outcast: Because I said so and you work for me.
Bob: OK, boss.
*Bob doesn't hesitate to get his camera around, as Outcast gets into the ring, followed by Davey. Bob starts rolling the camera.*
Outcast: Ladies and Gentleman, I would first like to make a congratulations to one Mr. Skyler Striker. Not only did he defeat me...questionably..in a Hardcore Match, but he also won the War. I am happy for him, though I do give him one piece of advice: You work for WCF...you are now a prime target for NCW. Mr. Striker...sides are now to be chosen. Tradition or Decay. Make your choice. To the rest of the WCF locker room, as well as the world. I advise you to make the same choice. Let me explain, a few things, though. When I started this NCW Revival, I wanted to make WCF remember where it came from, now it has become a full out War. I am not mournful of this, but rather gratefully. Instead of simply reminding WCF...I can permanently bring back NCW. Of course a sacrifice will have to be made on WCF's part, but it is for the best.
*Davey leans in and whispers in Outcast's ear, Outcast smirks.*
Outcast: Ahh yes, my match on Slam. I almost forgot. I have to fight Biggs at Blast. So I will consider this nothing more than a tune up match. Only, I believe it is a Tag Team match.
Davey: That's right, Team NCW takes on Danny Vice and JJ Biggs.
Outcast: I already proved my superiority over Biggs. I eliminated him from the War. If he thinks reuniting some dead beat tag team is going to stand in our way than he is sorely mistaken. Team NCW will reign supreme.
Davey: And nothing can be said or done to change it.
*Bobs camera fades out.*
Bob: Cut...
Outcast: That was good.
Davey: So, about those Strippers.
Outcast: I agree.
*Davey and Outcast get out of the ring and head towards where the Strippers took Uncle Leo.*
Davey: And the party of the first party hereby relinquishes his percent of Party A's company.
*His door slowly opens as Outcast walks into his office, the People's Title slung over his shoulder. He is followed by Jason Price*
Jason: I'm telling you, she was giving me the ''look'' backstage.
Outcast: Jason, even if she was that doesn't mean anything.
*They continue walking as Jason shuts the door behind him. Outcast sits in one of the chairs across from Davey, as Jason takes the next one.*
Jason: How does that not mean anything? I was there...she was there..it was...magical.
Outcast: Jason...it's Shannan Lerch for Christs sakes. She gave Logan the look...hell even Davey had a run in with her.
Davey: I made her clean an entire building once...how does that possibly qualify as a ''run in''?
Outcast: The point is..shes a slut and you should not put so much effort into it.
Jason: I'm telling you man, she's my one and only.
Outcast: Well judging by your looks she just might be.
*Davey smirks as Outcast bellows out a laughter at his own crude joke, leaving Jason with a bewildered look.*
Jason: ...huh?
Davey: Don't worry about it, my friend. In any event, I believe we have much more pressing engagements to adhere too.
*Outcast sighs*
Outcast: Yeah...
*Davey finally raises his head, and putting the pen down. He picks up the glass of Scotch and leans back in his chair.*
Davey: The War is said and done with..and so many things have changes. Mr. Striker walked out the winner, thus guaranteeing him a shot at the WCF Championship. Not Team NCW..not you, not me.
Outcast: I am aware of who won but I believe Team NCW made an impact none the less.
Davey: Really?
Jason: How so, Boss?
Outcast: Well...we managed to piss WCF off enough, I assume you saw the card for Blast.
Davey: Ahh yes, your first official NCW People's Title defense, against one JJ Biggs for unification of the WCF Television Championship and the NCW People's Title.
Jason: So you have a your first title defense...I mean about time right?
Outcast: Well, Jason, that's just it. Not only could I lose my NCW People's Title...I could lose it forever. The first piece of NCW property to be brought back Seth is trying to vanquish forever.
Davey: Must you always look on the downside of things, my friend?
Outcast: I'm failing to make the connection.
Davey: You could easily show Seth up and WCF in one pay per view. At Blast, you defeat Biggs...take his NCW Television Championship..and bring bakc the NCW Television Championship. Think of it, the very title you RETIRED can be brought back.
Outcast: Now that NCW is beginning to be brought back in full force it can be so easily done. At War, Rick Mad shocked the world. The man who brought me back at One, the man who I faced and defeated shocked ME. He came out and showed his true colors, he is with me, and you. He is with NCW. Net Championship Wrestling is not dead and we will show the world that. Hell, I think we are off to a great start.
Davey: Do you really need myself, Rick Mad, and our mutual friend to help you on your quest?
Outcast: There are power in numbers.
Davey: True, and NCW does need numbers to survive. But to help you take the WCF Television Championship form JJ Biggs? You need....us?
Outcast: If it comes down to it, then yes. It is not a cowardly move, either.
Jason: How, Boss?
Outcast: Easy. Our purpose is to make WCF regret forgetting NCW.
Davey: It is? I thought this was a full out War.
Outcast: Wellll.......
Jason: Boss?
*Outcast smirks.*
Outcast: Where is Bob?
Davey: At the Training Station.
Jason: Why do you want to know, Boss?
Outcast: Davey, get your limo.
*Davey gives Outcast an odd look, as his hand slides in his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. He opens it and makes the call, ordering the limo. They all three get up and walk out of the office. The office is located in none other than the Casino. Davey also serves as the General Manager of the Casino. They all walk out of the lavish Las Vegas Casino, and get inside Davey's limo. The driver takes them directly to the NCW Training Station. They all three get out and Outcast opens the double doors. A look of shock comes across his face, as Davey's jaw drops, and Jason stares blatantly.*
Jason: Oh my God...
Davey: Wow..
Outcast: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!
*Sure enough, Bob is there but isn't alone. Uncle Leo is also there, with two Chinese Strippers. As they are in the middle of getting there lap dances.*
Bob: Holy Balls....
Uncle Leo: Gentlemen, please pull up a seat and enjoy Mesing and Miong.
Outcast: I'm going to kill him.
Davey: Easy...that's my uncle.
Jason: She kind of looks like Shannan.
*Outcast backhands Jason.*
Jason: Ouch...!
Outcast: You deserved it! How in the hell does a Chinese Stripper look like Shannan Lerch?!?!?!
Jason: Well...
Davey: Stop...the both of you.
*Davey approaches Leo and Bob. Along with the two Chinese Strippers.*
Davey: Ladies we need to acquisition the use of our friend here, along with our building. Please, hang back and show my Uncle a good time. I'm sure he paid well for it, out of the Casino funds.
Uncle Leo: David...you know me to well.
Davey: I know, Uncle Leo.
*The two Chinese Strippers shrug, and take Leo to the locker room. Outcast walks towards Davey, followed by Jason.*
Outcast: Bob...get your camera.
Bob: Why?
Outcast: Because I said so and you work for me.
Bob: OK, boss.
*Bob doesn't hesitate to get his camera around, as Outcast gets into the ring, followed by Davey. Bob starts rolling the camera.*
Outcast: Ladies and Gentleman, I would first like to make a congratulations to one Mr. Skyler Striker. Not only did he defeat me...questionably..in a Hardcore Match, but he also won the War. I am happy for him, though I do give him one piece of advice: You work for WCF...you are now a prime target for NCW. Mr. Striker...sides are now to be chosen. Tradition or Decay. Make your choice. To the rest of the WCF locker room, as well as the world. I advise you to make the same choice. Let me explain, a few things, though. When I started this NCW Revival, I wanted to make WCF remember where it came from, now it has become a full out War. I am not mournful of this, but rather gratefully. Instead of simply reminding WCF...I can permanently bring back NCW. Of course a sacrifice will have to be made on WCF's part, but it is for the best.
*Davey leans in and whispers in Outcast's ear, Outcast smirks.*
Outcast: Ahh yes, my match on Slam. I almost forgot. I have to fight Biggs at Blast. So I will consider this nothing more than a tune up match. Only, I believe it is a Tag Team match.
Davey: That's right, Team NCW takes on Danny Vice and JJ Biggs.
Outcast: I already proved my superiority over Biggs. I eliminated him from the War. If he thinks reuniting some dead beat tag team is going to stand in our way than he is sorely mistaken. Team NCW will reign supreme.
Davey: And nothing can be said or done to change it.
*Bobs camera fades out.*
Bob: Cut...
Outcast: That was good.
Davey: So, about those Strippers.
Outcast: I agree.
*Davey and Outcast get out of the ring and head towards where the Strippers took Uncle Leo.*
